There’s a statistic flying around at the moment that if Kilmarnock Football Club had held onto the points we’ve dropped from winning positions this season, we’d be 4th in the glorious old Scottish Premiership.

In a week where questions have been raised as to the very point in our game, I think this serves to illustrate it quite nicely.

The point, outside Celtic, is not to dream of European places and cup glory. It is to experience, in as visceral a way possible, the joy of watching your team throw it away.

Of course I’m being a wee bit glib, there’s loads to love about Scottish football, especially compared to the soulless ‘narratives’ in the Premier League but you have to admit that there’s a certain masochism that goes along with loving Scottish football.

If you’re not fighting relegation, you’re breaking into the top six only to fall out of it the very next week as one of the teams around you inexplicably takes points from one of the teams at the top.